To say we are in the shadow of the Hollywood sign would be pushing it but we can see it from the terrace which is deeply exciting. We walked up to it with Anna and Coll and the girls having discovered that the usual trail was mysteriously closed.
I found some references on the internet to it being closed for a few months in March to put a new gate in – though why that should take three months is beyond me, and that was five months ago. A more likely explanatiion was given to Anna by a police officer at the trailhead who said local residents had complained about the number of people coming up there to see the sign. Hmm, if you move near the Hollywood sign though, shouldn’t you expect people to come and see it…?
Everyone came back for a barbecue at our Hollywood house and we sat on the terrace eating and talking as the sun went down. I could get used to this.
We hooked up with them the next day too, driving down to Malibu for a day on the beach which of course heralded the first rain Southern California has seen in eighteen months, Coll was so disgusted he didn’t even bring out the surfboards. We couldn’t stay out of the sea though – especially our eleven year old labrador (Tom) who’s childhood would be spent primarily under water given half a chance. After a loud and bounteous meal at a sushi place up the road we went our separate ways.
We had one more night with Anna and Coll – at the Hollywood Bowl. It is such an exciting venue to arrive at; an iconic shape you’ve seen pictures of so many times but it also has the intimacy of a shared experience like a picnic, because in fact everyone brings something to eat and a bottle of wine and there is a hum of conversation as the sun goes down.